Jake didn't need Lawson's candy.

He didn't want it either.

He had his own, shoved into every pocket, and he was currently sugar-rushing.

Without a word to the man, and with a hat pulled low over his eyes, Jake passed the man and the candy and went to sit wayyyyyy at the back, just in case he needed to top up on sugar. He also got out a piece of parchment and something that looked like a quick-quotes quill, only it was highly accurate and wrote EVERYTHING. They were hard to find and ridiculously expensive.

And he had one.

Now, he just had to get through the class without crashing or arguing or... well anything. He was content to make his eeeevil plans here.

Mhmm.